.holiday.treat.

.holiday.treat.

put the kids to bed,

the milk and cookies have been set..

nice or naughty.

it's about time to get it wet..

For kisses below the belt..

no mistletoe required.

let your imagination work you..

Cum in and get Inspired.

Just to clarify..

Aint no hoe, hoe, hoes.

The way he fucks my mind..

Plenty of oh, oh, ohs..

Juices sweeter than Santa's treats left out on the table.

The way his tongue does circles..

Got my legs shaky and unstable.

Bucking hips into his face..Grabbing fistfuls of dreadlocks..

Legs wrapped around his head..

tongue and clit at a deadlock.

Arching my back,

I wiggle side to side.

Having forgotten to buckle my seatbelt ..

I pull them reigns to stay on the ride.

His candycane stands tall and hard...

Can't wait to return his favor ...

So big and thick when its erect..

Making me yearn for his sweet flavor..

Humming and vibrations ..

Got me bout to climax..

The fast pace he keeps makes me wonder what's he capable of next.

My minds in outerspace

As I'm about to hit my peak..

Im cumming so fucking hard..

This outspoken chick can't even speak.

Toys and gifts are nice..

clothes and books are neat..

But the best gift was him eating my sweet holiday treat.

©Butteryevil2012

.making.soul.love.

.making.soul.love.

when he makes love to my soul,

i'm in another stratosphere.

when my eyes roll so far back..

that i'm in a galaxy far away from here.

his member is the rocket sending me there.

so deep to the peak..i'm gasping for air.

"oh my God.."

"Your God? Why you gotta be so stingy?"

i'd be more willing to share him..

but it's the way he bends me..

when he kisses me so deep..

i know i can't retreat..

and when i cum..

the earth moves..

but like a african drum..

he continues his body's grooves.

i explode...cum hard..

my body does shake..

he keeps pounding..

a feeling i can barely take..

my body's spent..

i need a small stent..

but he doesn't quit..

doesn't give a shit..

when you're making soul love..

it's not something you speak of..

it's something that's felt..

when the dealer's cards have been dealt.

make love to my soul..

when he's got full control..

when i'm begging him to stop..

that's when he makes sure to hit the spot.

no energy is left..

after my body's cum has been theft.

i know at the end...

we will soon begin again.

make love to my soul..

let's make our world's unfold.

you're apart of my world..

i love being your girl..

fucking me til i cum..

this love will never be done.

making slow soul love..

something i'll never be sick of.

©Butteryevil2012

.emotionless.sex.

The Thickness-Jill Scott

if you've never seen this video..i suggest you start there. it's kind of where my head has been and i actually recently wrote my last college paper quoting some of this spoken word (i got a 90/100 too!)...

but this is kind of my mindset when it comes to this poem. please enjoy. any comments are accepted.

.emotionless sex. 

you wanna have emotionless sex..

just fuckin' climax.

nut and go to the next.

no feeling invested.

but you damn sho' feel rested.

leave her feelin' neglected.

rejected, fucked, and deflected.

but she's no booty call or fuck buddy.

want to be with someone..

who's proud they comin' home to me.

afterwards, they don't just fall asleep..

with a kiss on the cheek..

he be like "baby you need somethin' to eat?"

he don't just put in that work..

he don't want her to hurt.

she don't want or need for nothin'..

because he always producin' somethin..

so when you claimin' you the man..

high-fivin' yo' friends..

make sure your beginning..

can produce an end...

and you are worth more than you lend.

she makes love to the soul...

universes unfold..

there's plenty in these eyes to behold..

worth more than any amount of gold.

her world shakes..

his ground quakes..

more than many could appreciate..

so when you drop some lame ass pick up line..

or call her a dime..

just know you ain't worth the time..

she's got too much on the line.

hell..got too much on her mind..

she stay on her hustle and grind..

no time for little boys..

who feel like men when..

they treat women like toys.

so you may try all your best.

unfortunately, she's waiting..

for someone who wants to invest.

someone she can put to the test..

the best of the best.

leaving the rest looking a mess.

so if you want emotionless sex..

move to the next.

leave another chick perplexed.

spellbound in your hex..

she's one of a kind..

all his emotions will be mine..

when we are interwined..

he makes love to my mind.

if this is above your head..

you don't belong nowhere near my bed.

for emotionless sex..

gon' head and head to the next.

©Butteryevil2012

.gyrate.

.gyrate.

gyrate...

so i could feel you deep inside me...

quiver and shake while you gyrate against me..

pelvic thrusts...

i'm about to bust..

and cum and cum and cum..

and hold on tight to you..

and sleep.

©Butteryevil2012

.the wadabi.

‎.the wadabi.

the wadabi men are beautiful and strong.

their eyes roll around so gorgeously..

they smile and bat their eyes at their potential mates.

the men have beauty contest...

brightly colored make up covers them..

in order for them to look more attractive to their mates..

mating rituals entact.

they throw elaborate festivals to try to attract the married women.

the wadabi men spend much time beautifying themselves..

they can attract one or more wives

the stunningly beautiful wadabi..

a man's smile is absolutely beautiful

a feature that transcends many social differences..

the wadabi will fight for the wife or wives that they have chosen.

the result could be the death of both of them.

fighting for love.

women swoon at the thought of being the object of a man's eye.

they love being fawned over.

it is beautiful to see someone fighting for the love they want.

the wadabi are a beautiful people.

©Butteryevil 2012

.game over.

‎.game over.

people always want what they can't have.
that's when you want me most..
when i'm not yours.
but you had me.
we played this game before..
and you lost.
i'm the one that got away..
and forever that's the way it will stay.
because you didn't appreciate me.
and you lost.
you didn't treat me like a queen,
i replayed my mistreatment back in my mind's big screen.
and when i lost, you lost.
played me like a game, 
a game that you lost by the way.
this ain't mario, you can't restart. 
i won't allow you to resmash my heart. 
you're a good looking loser baby..
and that's all you'll ever be to me.

©Butteryevil 2012

.alone in a crowded place.

.alone in a crowded place.

alone in a crowded place,

my heart beings to race.

eyes dart from side to side..

just want to find a place to hide.

utterly painfully shy, 

my eyes tear and i begin to cry.

thoughts clouded, wondering what they see

when they see shy, timid me.

when someone flirts, i forget my own name,

mumble back something pretty lame.

i hear my heart beating in my ears,

i'm ashamed of how i appear to my peers.

short of breath, my knees feel weak,

my anxiety attack is about to hit it's peak.

cheeks flushed, i stare at the ground..

lightheaded, i faint and fall down.

i come to and everyone stares,

they all laugh, nobody cares. 

no one understands panic attacks.

i have no friends to call me back.

with tears streaming down my face,

no longer alone in a crowded place. 

completely alone with all the lights out,

can't drown my thoughts or force a re-route. 

sleep will bring sweet peace..

eyes closed i begin to release.

alone in my solitude,

i now understand my doom.

no one will ever understand me..

apparently completely alone is what i'm meant to be. 

©Butteryevil 2012